Write the Pain

Of all the things I’ve written, the best lines are the ones that hurt the most. The pain flows from my heart through my fingertips and onto the page. During the journey, the experiences come back, and I feel them all over again. A funny thing happens when the pain transfers to the page. I am validated, heard, and the pain is muted after being processed into words. Ernie was on to something more than just great literature.

So very true! Journaling is one of the most healing exercises, even if no one but you reads it. This is one of my favorite quotes….Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter. African Proverb

Good point … about the healing process. Thankfully in these modern times we are encouraged to type out our thoughts. Imagine living 100 years ago, or 50 and going through such trauma. Actually, maybe even just 20 years ago. No, sod it. I bet even 10 years ago, sufferers of domestic violence did not feel able to speak up.

Writing at times can be the best therapy. Releasing the most painful parts here to sympathetic readers. I often release things here I would never speak a loud or share with those physically present in my daily life. Only God and WordPress get shared my deepest wounds.

I took up writing two years ago, and I have to say it’s helped me so much! You’re absolutely right the pain is muted! Putting it all out there and being vulnerable, whether it’s to yourself or an audience, helps the healing process so much. And it really helps to know that someone else can kind of understand what’s going on in your head, ya know?

That is why so many write, its ability to express, especially by those that feel they are not being heard.
We can speak, and that is even more powerful, and a healing in so many ways. But nothing can be more silencing than when it is to someone who is not able to listen.
Each line we create, built from those walls of pain, slowly provide the crack for our light to seep in. And in time a rivulet turns into a stream, then a waterfall. All built from experiencing that pain, for without it we would be lost ❤

That’s exactly how I write. In fact, I find harder to write blog articles on my happier days because the pain fuels my best writing. I actually wrote a piece on this. From ‘Silence, peace and other demons’- “If someone promised you to make the voices inside your head stop, and it meant you never wrote or sang or danced or made art again, what would you choose? If they promised to fill up the emptiness and make you happily, contentedly prosaic, would you take it? And what would you hate more- the silence or the peace?”